Voices in My Head

[Chorus] What am I meant to do with all of these choices? What's the right path for me? Is there something I'm meant to prove I can hear so many voices in my head What am I meant to do with all of these choices? What's the right path for me? Is there something I'm meant to prove I can hear so many voices in my head [Verse 1] Would I feel me, if I weren't me And I had a CD with my face and name on it? It feels like I'm battling with an insane conscious As long as I don't make nonsense and I stay honest I couldn't care if they pay homage, I get paid profit There's tales behind me, life reminds of the game Sonic I'm tryna find the right path and not stray from it Craters where I stand, but I won't do the MJ on it I give you all my best show, that's a stage promise Look, I've come a long way from splitting draws When I used to kick in doors working for a vicious cause Spitting raw, fame and fortune was all I was wishing for These kids applause and I got labels in a bidding war N' give a fuck more now than they ever did before Cause when you're in a big position, pigeons wanna sit and talk It all sounds so exciting, but this shit is boring I ain't even touring, so... [Chorus] What am I meant to do with all of these choices? What's the right path for me? Is there something I'm meant to prove I can hear so many voices in my head What am I meant to do with all of these choices? What's the right path for me? Is there something I'm meant to prove I can hear so many voices in my head [Verse 2] Voices in my head, I'm struggling to make the right choice If I don't do Grime then my fans will think that I'm moist Knowing them, they'll think I sold my soul for money Making funny hits, even though, they know I'm gully It's a bloody trick, that all my supporters Will think i've sold out The only thing I'm planning having sold out Is my show now And Women found successful men more attractive Than road clowns So if your wifey's high profile I can make her go down It's hard, tryna be a righteous man But to catch you off your guard You need to devise a plan My hearts actually scarred I believe I'm like my dad But admitting that's a par I ain't even tryna act I don't even like that fact But I can't fight the truth I can be inside your flat With the Star-9 and shoot Hotting you up to the max Cause I can't find the food But instead I'm writing raps Tryna past by the booth like... [Chorus] What am I meant to do with all of these choices? What's the right path for me? Is there something I'm meant to prove I can hear so many voices in my head